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Grim stared at the blank walls. It was almost twelve. His stomach dropped, his skin getting clammy.
He reminded himself that he couldn't hurt anyone. The door was steel and locked from the inside. It was okay.
But it wasn't.
He wanted to break down and cry. He felt himself changing—he hadn't before, but once he started focusing on it, it felt like he was crawling out of his skin.
He felt his mind start to get fuzzy. Anger and Lust and bloodthirst welled up inside him making him sick. He fought it as hard as he could.
He imagined what he did to his—to Tonya. And other women too, probably. He pictured her, her eyes haunted and tears dried on his skin.
You will do that if you don't fight it.
He tried. He tried he tried, but it felt like two different people inside him were fighting, and the bad guy was winning.
It started to take over, but he pushed back. Hard. Frankie was a baby a girl and a boy. That staved it off for a while. The thought this...demon could make him hurt his niece and nephew well they kept it at bay. Made him fight twice as hard.
Just until nine. If I can make until nine.
Slowly, it started gaining strength. It flasher images at him he would never—but. Clutching his head he screamed.
He started losing his grip on his mind, he couldn't—he just really wanted to hurt someone as much as he could in any way he could.
For no reason. Just cause he could.
He had failed. Again.
It was six am when the demon won. Only three more hours.
Grim was smart enough not to trust his willpower. He cut off any human contact. He had food three times a day, and he kept water. There was a bathroom. He put himself in a steel cage, on an island as remote as he could afford.
No one was allowed to step foot in that facility after twelve am.
They were to be flown to the island, only a thirty-minute flight.
He wouldn't hurt anyone. He made sure of it.
Well, the demon didn't like them too much.
“Three hours. Only three hours, and I'm stuck in this...cage. He could've at least provided entertainment.”
His mind had changed. Grim was now some outside of him, another person. He was Pain. It's what he called himself. In Pain's mind, Grim was the one who imprisoned him and left like a coward.
“No girls, no death, not even a book?”
Pain stood up and walked around, swaying to the music in his head. He drummed on the walls.
Then there was a knock.
Pain flickered to Grim at the sound of something living.
“Why are you here? Leave!”
He was too weak to stay in control though, and Pain pushed him aside. “Would you be a doll and open this box for me—”
Grim pushed. He would forget this tomorrow, but he was very much alert.
“Leave and do not come back—”
“I haven't eaten and I'm simply starved.”
Grim though the person left, but instead, a girl opened the door with a tray, some books then she closed it. With herself inside.
Pain smirked. “Well, aren't you brave?”
Grim fought and fought but—
“What's your name?”
The small woman took a notepad from the tray and pen and scratched,
Songbird.
“You're mute?”
She nodded.
“That's ironic!”
She nodded sagely not letting him get to her. “Why are you here, Birdie?”
The pain was curious. Grim was equally curious. The demon didn't seem to want to hurt her.
She wrote her in notepad again.
I thought you might want company.
“If someone is in a steel cage, don't you think I'd be wise not to keep them company?”
I've been tortured all my life.
Pain frowned.
“You want me to torture you.”
She shook her head no. No, but if you want to, you can.
Why didn't he want to? He was angry that this little songbird came in here and made him not to rape and kill things. That's what he did.
“You made a mistake, little bird,” He pushed her against the wall.
She said nothing, did nothing. It was seven.
“Aren't you scared?”
She shook her head.
Pain was confused. The demon was confused. Though they were entirely two different people, they were in one body. Pain was Grim's psychotic tendencies, to an extreme. Still, pieces of the regular Grim lingered.
The woman brought them out.
“If I raped you would you be scared then?”
Song shook her head. “What if I choked you, or beat you or—”
Song emphatically shook her no, looking downright adorable.
“I hate you,” Pain stated. Song smiled.
What is your name?
“Pain."
Song made a face. Teddy.
Pain frowned. “I'm sorry what?”
I will call you Teddy.
Pain scowled. “You will not call me Teddy.”
Of course, I won't call you, Teddy. I cant speak, remember?
Pain kept scowling. He had to hurt this woman. He had to. It's what he was.
“I'm going to hurt you now.”
Songbird nodded, smiling sadly.
Sterling himself, reminding himself who he was.
“Strip.”
She did.
“Come here.”
She stood in front of him.
“Kiss me.”
Pain frowned. That's not where he was supposed to go.
Still, he stood rigid, until she tapped him, motioning for him to sit, she they was face to face.
He did so, expecting... He didn't know. He felt like he was glitching. This was not apart of his code, and it should not be possible. He did not know what to do.
She sat on his lap, put her fingers through his hair, and captured his lips.
Pain's arms wrapped around her waist. She kissed him like he was normal.
His head started pounding. He was going against himself, against the drug that created him.
But he kept kissing her, kept his arms wrapped around her.
Almost eight.
“This isn't right. I need to hurt you. Why is haven't I hurt you?”
Songbird shrugged.
“No. I will hurt you. I have to.”
She nodded. Her body bares and open to taking. But his didn't move.
They wouldn't. He was malfunctioning.
He kissed her hard, deeper, chanting he had to hurt her between her lips.
He didn't. The drug was losing its edge. Only an hour.
“I have to hurt you before nine.”
She nodded, standing, and he did the same. She tugged his shirt up, and pulled down his sweatpants.
She opened her arms and faked fear.
Pain, grabbed her up, placing her on his c**k, but not forcing her down.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. He forced his large length up her s*x. “Now?”
She shook her head. He f****d her as hard as he could, biting her, choking her. Never hurting her.
He spilled his seed into her, watching her flushed face. “I hurt you right?”
She nodded. Pain nodded curtly. “Good.”
Fifteen minutes till.
“Kiss me one more time.”
She pressed her lips to his, willingly letting him take her to the mattress.
He threw her down. He pulled at her n****e hard, she faked pain.
Nodding, he decided he did his job. He laid with her, putting her hands in his hair and his face on her neck.
Nine o'clock came around and he fell to sleep, fading away.
Grim tightened his grip on the warm body under him, sleeping soundly.
The little song bird fell to sleep, a large man laying on her clutching her tightly.
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